Agrandov
06-01-2008, 23:12
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ULTIMATE
CHAMPION
A cheering mass of over 100,000 fans chant and scream as the camera pans over the Alkra City Colosseum, constructed specifically for this purpose. In the bowl-like structure there are six clear sectors, and three clear rings which act as tiers for the armada of fans. Translucent red canopies on extending steel beams shield the majority of the stadium from the harsh sunlight. Floodlights surround the circular exterior, but there is no need for them just now, and the cheerful signs and banners in support can be seen as a shifting mass of colour.
In the centre of the arena lies a circle of sand, raised to eye-height of the very front row. The circle is of exactly 150 metres in diameter, and has six metal rectangles around the edge which are aligned to each sector of the crowd. 5cm of bulletproof glass, supported by a strengthened steel frame, are between the crowd and the circle of sand. The glass stretches vertically in a tube to almost the full height of the stadium.
Black speakers ring the top and bottom of the stadium, and as the music fades they hum professionally into life.
"Welcome to Alkra City Colosseum folks!" the stadium erupted into applause, "I'm Harry Johanson!"
"And I'm Mark Wallace!" came a second voice.
"And we'll be your hosts for today's incredible events! What've we got today Mark?"
"We've got the fan favourite, some Ultimate Champion! That's right, we're going to kick things off with a one on one match with some newcomers to the Bloodsport!"
"Today in the obituaries- I mean line-up are two brand new combatants who are both from Anzeig Province-"
"I don't know what it is about that province, Harry, but half our fighters must'a grew up in the same neighbourhood!"
"That wouldn't surprise me."
"Over here then, on the south side of the stadium and coming up in Sector Six we have a real promising guy, I give you Snake! Tongue! Sam!"
The audience goes wild as the metal rectangle labelled 'Sector 6' lowers itself into the ground, coming back up in seconds with a large man standing on it.
"Snake Tongue Sam-"
"Or Mr. Snake, to his friends-"
"Is one of this years most promising athletes. At just over 200cm tall, and weighing in at just under 120kg, Snake Tongue Sam has served for three years with the Agrandan Army and certainly knows how to handle himself."
"Ever gone drinking and woken up with scars? Here's you culprit, folks!"
Snake Tongue Sam is pacing around the ring, beating a kevlar covered chest and roaring a battle cry of lion-like ferocity. Covered in head to toe with scraps of old military gear he would have moderate protection against his adversary. He was sweating visibly in the mid-day heat, his eyes wide in anger and the instinctive urge to hunt. Undoubtedly fuelled by questionable substances, he howled once more with his fist up in the air, his signature split tongue clearly visible.
"Now his opponent today is another chunk of fresh meat, also from the Anzeig Province!"
"At 195cm in height and 100kg, this one is the physical underdog but he's such a cool customer!"
"That's right, guys, this one breezed all of our qualifying rounds without breaking a sweat."
"Ladies and Gentlemen, we give you our second and final combatant for this opening event! Give it up for Gordon Grim!"
"This is a seasoned veteran, previously employed by Stalwart PMC as a mercenary who has fought in several contracted campaigns."
The second elevator sunk into the sand and then rose again with slightly shorter figure clad in the black armoured suit of SPMC employees. No face could be seen through the bug-like eye pieces as a grey balaclava was worn underneath, and Gordon Grim was much more calm an composed than his adversary. Facing each other over a hundred metres of sand they stood there, unmoving, trying to second guess their opponents first move.
"As I'm sure most of you know, the Alkra City Colosseum is one of the most brutal in the entire state, with at least one fatality in seven matches running now, from our 2007 season. Here's to '08!"
"That's right everybody, so let's get this match started! Raise the obstacles!"
As an imitation air raid siren sounds off from every loudspeaker, randomised concrete pillars rise from the sand to a varying height of one to two metres. Both combatants step off their platforms and the elevators lower once more and return with a range of weapons. Hunting and combat knives, pistols, sub-machine-guns, shotguns and rifles are presented with ammunition piled separately, although there were only two clips worth for each.
Snake Tongue Sam selects the largest semi-automatic shotgun, and as many pistols as he can find places for. Loading up with ammunition and tucking a large hunting knife into his boot, he held his shotgun high for the crowd to see. His opponent, Gordon Grim, chooses a 9mm pistol and an SSA2 assault carbine - reconfigured for the tournament to fire semi-automatic only in order to limit it's lethality.
ULTIMATE
CHAMPION
A cheering mass of over 100,000 fans chant and scream as the camera pans over the Alkra City Colosseum, constructed specifically for this purpose. In the bowl-like structure there are six clear sectors, and three clear rings which act as tiers for the armada of fans. Translucent red canopies on extending steel beams shield the majority of the stadium from the harsh sunlight. Floodlights surround the circular exterior, but there is no need for them just now, and the cheerful signs and banners in support can be seen as a shifting mass of colour.
In the centre of the arena lies a circle of sand, raised to eye-height of the very front row. The circle is of exactly 150 metres in diameter, and has six metal rectangles around the edge which are aligned to each sector of the crowd. 5cm of bulletproof glass, supported by a strengthened steel frame, are between the crowd and the circle of sand. The glass stretches vertically in a tube to almost the full height of the stadium.
Black speakers ring the top and bottom of the stadium, and as the music fades they hum professionally into life.
"Welcome to Alkra City Colosseum folks!" the stadium erupted into applause, "I'm Harry Johanson!"
"And I'm Mark Wallace!" came a second voice.
"And we'll be your hosts for today's incredible events! What've we got today Mark?"
"We've got the fan favourite, some Ultimate Champion! That's right, we're going to kick things off with a one on one match with some newcomers to the Bloodsport!"
"Today in the obituaries- I mean line-up are two brand new combatants who are both from Anzeig Province-"
"I don't know what it is about that province, Harry, but half our fighters must'a grew up in the same neighbourhood!"
"That wouldn't surprise me."
"Over here then, on the south side of the stadium and coming up in Sector Six we have a real promising guy, I give you Snake! Tongue! Sam!"
The audience goes wild as the metal rectangle labelled 'Sector 6' lowers itself into the ground, coming back up in seconds with a large man standing on it.
"Snake Tongue Sam-"
"Or Mr. Snake, to his friends-"
"Is one of this years most promising athletes. At just over 200cm tall, and weighing in at just under 120kg, Snake Tongue Sam has served for three years with the Agrandan Army and certainly knows how to handle himself."
"Ever gone drinking and woken up with scars? Here's you culprit, folks!"
Snake Tongue Sam is pacing around the ring, beating a kevlar covered chest and roaring a battle cry of lion-like ferocity. Covered in head to toe with scraps of old military gear he would have moderate protection against his adversary. He was sweating visibly in the mid-day heat, his eyes wide in anger and the instinctive urge to hunt. Undoubtedly fuelled by questionable substances, he howled once more with his fist up in the air, his signature split tongue clearly visible.
"Now his opponent today is another chunk of fresh meat, also from the Anzeig Province!"
"At 195cm in height and 100kg, this one is the physical underdog but he's such a cool customer!"
"That's right, guys, this one breezed all of our qualifying rounds without breaking a sweat."
"Ladies and Gentlemen, we give you our second and final combatant for this opening event! Give it up for Gordon Grim!"
"This is a seasoned veteran, previously employed by Stalwart PMC as a mercenary who has fought in several contracted campaigns."
The second elevator sunk into the sand and then rose again with slightly shorter figure clad in the black armoured suit of SPMC employees. No face could be seen through the bug-like eye pieces as a grey balaclava was worn underneath, and Gordon Grim was much more calm an composed than his adversary. Facing each other over a hundred metres of sand they stood there, unmoving, trying to second guess their opponents first move.
"As I'm sure most of you know, the Alkra City Colosseum is one of the most brutal in the entire state, with at least one fatality in seven matches running now, from our 2007 season. Here's to '08!"
"That's right everybody, so let's get this match started! Raise the obstacles!"
As an imitation air raid siren sounds off from every loudspeaker, randomised concrete pillars rise from the sand to a varying height of one to two metres. Both combatants step off their platforms and the elevators lower once more and return with a range of weapons. Hunting and combat knives, pistols, sub-machine-guns, shotguns and rifles are presented with ammunition piled separately, although there were only two clips worth for each.
Snake Tongue Sam selects the largest semi-automatic shotgun, and as many pistols as he can find places for. Loading up with ammunition and tucking a large hunting knife into his boot, he held his shotgun high for the crowd to see. His opponent, Gordon Grim, chooses a 9mm pistol and an SSA2 assault carbine - reconfigured for the tournament to fire semi-automatic only in order to limit it's lethality.